Page 73 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

I’m going to empty my clip in both their asses if Uri is cheating on my big pregnant ass.

Symphony

I had one of those dreams again. Which is embarrassing since Uri is here on a visit. I blame Adriano for this.

I had a little fall and sprained my ankle. Yes, I was on a job when it happened, but I didn’t want him to call Uri. Since the incident, Uri has been coming in more often.

“Ah, you can’t sleep either?” Uri says as he turns from the refrigerator with a pint of ice cream in his hand.

I chuckle. That is my ice cream, but I don’t mind. I don’t get to indulge often, but I keep the freezer stocked with my favorites.

“No, I came down for some water.”

I amble over to the sink to fill a glass, ignoring Uri’s chiseled bare chest. He has on a pair of silk sleep pants and his gun holster. I guess that’s a family trait.

I have my holster on under my robe. I never roam the house unarmed, not after that attack in Chicago. Besides, the weight of the guns soothes me.

I can use all the soothing I can get tonight. I’m having those stupid sex dreams more often. They seem to become more vivid each time.

“You want to talk about it?” Uri asks as he takes a seat at the island.

“No, not at all,” I reply and gulp down my glass of water.

Refilling the glass, I then go to sit with him. It’s been a while since we’ve had one of our talks. I am happy to see Uri, so I’m eager to spend a little time with him.

“How have you been? How’s the ankle? You’re not limping as much,” he says.

“I am fine. It was only an ankle ligament sprain. A few weeks of rest and it was back to normal. I was fine when Adriano made a big fuss about it.”

“You speak as if you’re not a dancer.”

“I am, but you can’t believe that I dance and play year-round. I take breaks from the company to focus on the orchestra. This happens to be offseason for dance.”

“Have I told you how proud of you I am? I’m sorry I have been so busy in the last year. I want to have a meeting with you and Michael.

“You should be with family. I want you to come to New York. This distance serves no purpose any longer,” he says as he stabs at the ice cream.

“Does Micheal know about this? Has he asked for my return?”

Uri sighs. “I believe it is time I intervene. He has been angry since you left Italy. He’s not himself any longer.”

“I had to leave,” I whisper.

“No need to explain to me. Italy wasn’t a safe place for you. It was a good thing you left when you did.”

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course, love. Take your time. It might be selfish of me to want you all in New York with me.”

“You seem happier. How is Nico? I would like to see him if that’s all right.”

“He is recovering, but he has a long way to go. You are welcome whenever you are ready.”

“There are a few more shows booked for this season. I will have to look at my schedule and … I have some other things to sort out.”

I pause to think about my secret business. I will have to shut it down if I move to be with my family. However, that’s not what’s holding me back.

I need to find a way to get in touch with Mrs. Mairettie. I need her to tell me it’s time to return to Michael. If he’s not safe, I won’t return. I can’t.

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